The extraordinary stories of the men held captive by the Japanese in Rangoon , what they endured and how they survived.
Narrative of Christopher Morgan. When I was A POW, the only thing of beauty to behold from the Rangoon Central Jail was the sky-at-night, the Southern Cross constellation, and during the day the magnificent B-29 formations. You fellows didn't know it, but we were down there rooting for your success and praying for you safety. The bomb runs always came over the prison, because your targets, either the railroad marshalling yards or waterfront shipping, were on each side of us. You cannot believe the sound of the bombs as they fell-like the continuous crashing of a not too distant surf. We thoroughly respected your marksmanship; nevertheless we had made zigzag trenches for protection from errant five-hundred pounders. On December 14, 1944, you had started your bomb run, and I had started mine (for the trenches) when a sudden tremendous explosion from above caused me to dive headlong into the nearest hole. "Oh, my God,look!" One of our invincible B-29 Superforts was in a flat spin; two others were smoking and peeling off in opposite directions; opening parachutes were beginning to appear. What an unexplainable tragedy. Forty years have passed since that day, and as I recall the many experiences of my 560 days of captivity, none in more vivid or painful than the memory of that day when some of you, our heros, fell from the sky to join us in our misery.
The Author was employed for 34 years by the Bascom Palmer Eye Institute in Miami Florida as Director of Patient Financial Services. In this capicity she heard many stories sad and moving stories, but nothing prepared he for what she was about to read. When her Uncle Richard died he left her all his personal papers in an old Army Trunk. When she began to read the trunk's contents she became so intrigued with the stories she found that it became clear that they should be told and these men honored. So 3 years of work began.